There was a rustling sound behind me, a bit like a mouse grinding its teeth, and a bit like a person eating beans. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I turned around and there was nothing.

A white shadow flashed at the top of the stairs in the lobby, and I immediately chased after it.

Who's where?

I shouted, but no one answered me.

There was something behind me, and I turned my head sharply, and I saw only a corner of my clothes, but I didn't see anyone.

Who the fuck the hell is it, get out of here.

The whole lobby is just my echo.

I turned around, there was definitely someone here, I just couldn't see it.

Ge Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu's dignified messenger of hell, dared to pretend to be a ghost on my head.

Ouch my mom, it scared the hell out of me.

A mop-like head appeared in front of me, hanging upside down in the air, and I almost kissed it, and I took a few steps back.

My little heart, I saw that it was a woman hanging upside down in the air, but there was no rope, just hanging upside down in the air.

Unspeakable horror.

Her hair obscured her face, and I tiptoed over to hers, shaking and brushing her hair away.

What kind of face it was, the eyes were closed, half of the face was gone, the crumbs of flesh were already maggots, and the other half of the face was not much better, the lips were shrunk into a ball, and the remaining eye was still bloody, but the blood was dry.

It seems that this woman has been dead for a long time.

But why is she here like this?

I thought, as if my foot had touched something. I looked down, my good boy!

A hand, a gray-purple hand, I looked at it, my mother.

What's going on? Why is it that the whole lobby is full of corpses, all of them are tattered clothes, and the style of clothing is completely different.

Because there are modern, Qing Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, almost every dynasty in these costumes, as well as a few European costumes, and the most outrageous thing is that there are a few people who are only wrapped in some leaves and animal skins.

Is there still a primitive man who can't do it?

I landed cautiously for fear of stepping on them.

I decided to go upstairs and have a look, in case Qian'er was upstairs.

Just as I was a few meters away from the woman, I felt my ankle grabbed.

My little heart was pounding, and I tiptoed to see as a skinny hand grabbed my foot.

It was a man, with a dagger in his chest, and he grabbed my feet, and slowly opened his eyes, although his face was deflated, like a dried corpse.

It's a little familiar, and this face seems to have been seen somewhere.

Just as I was stunned, I saw the entire hall of densely packed corpses moving, and they slowly climbed up against the floor.

All of them are scattered, damn me, zombies!

Some of the corpses are not complete at all, there are a lot of arms and legs, and some even have empty chests.

They were all converging on me, and footsteps could be heard behind me.

I feel worms crawling up my spine, itchy!

It's still cold.

Cang~~~Flow~~~

Cangliu ~~~

Do they know my name? It's like singing a lament, dragging on for a long time.

I stepped back cautiously, being poked in the back, and when I turned around, I saw a primitive corpse reaching out and touching me.

His face also has a familiar feeling.

Feed! What do you do? What enmity do I have against you?

Big brothers, will you let me go?